Silenius wrote:Имаше една убийствено смешна детска книжка - Малкият Никол'а - просто класика в жанра. Автор не мога да ви кажа сега, защото книжката я отмъкна племенницата ми и от тогава никви новини от фронта...
Ако не сте я чели - доставете си това удоволствие;)
Тва май от Рене Госини (автора на Астерикс). Една оранжевка таква книжката
рулира.
Не мога да не спомена и Господаря Ли
"Li Kao," said the abbot, "you were born to be hung."
"Hanged," I said.
"I mean the gallows!" roared the abbot, who had turned quite purple in the face. He went on to say that the flaw in my character ran too deep to be explained by unfortunate parentage, and that in some previous incarnation I must have been a rabid jackal, or a scorpion, or even the notorious East Idiot Ruler of South Tsi. The abbot became rather upset as he reviewed the career of the notorious East Idiot Ruler of South Tsi.
"...and cut off their hands and feet!" yelled the abbot, poking a finger against my chest.
"Venerable One," I said politely, "I could not possibly have been the Notorious East Idiot Ruler of South Tsi. I would have cut off their noses as well."
"...burned right down to the ground!" the abbot bellowed, kicking me in the shins.
"If you must do something, do a thorough job," I said approvingly.
"...every last man, woman, and child!" screamed the abbot in a spray of spittle, as he pounded me upon the shoulders.
"Wasteful," I sighed. "Some of the girls must have been pretty."
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"Surely you do not mean to suggest--"
"Ah, but I do!"
"You cannot possibly suspect--"
"Wrong again."
"O, thou hast slain me!" wailed Fainting Maid as she clutched her heart and staggered two feet backward and six to the left.
"Certain sticklers for accuracy might tend to agree with you," I muttered. Then I turned to her father. "Ho, you are perfectly free to hear whatever you want, of course, but what I hear is a magpie which is imitating the sounds of a scream and a splash."
"Clever little creature," said Henpecked Ho. "Now it is even imitating somebody yelling 'Help! Help!'"
"How on earth does the little magpie produce such effects?" I said admiringly. "That thrashing-in-the-water sound! The gurgle that sounds for all the world like someone descending to the bottom of a deep pool!"
"Nature is full of the most remarkable talents. Yours, for example," said Henpecked Ho.
, което доведе до не особено любезното нахлуване на майка ми в личното ми пространство с неистови викове: "Какво, за бога ти става, в момента е два часа през нощта" 
